Enchanted
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 7 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Capable |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 182 |
Pups Bred | 20 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Tumbleweed (0.44%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Light I |
Eyes | Moonglow |
Skin | Selenite |
Nose | Oxblood |
Claws | Selenite |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | Melanism |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Brown Half Cape Ticking (16%) |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | Honey Neck Band (51%) |
Slot 4 | White Merle (19%) |
Slot 5 | Wisp Sprite (58%) |
Slot 6 | Caelum Smudge Heavy (25%) |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | Nightchill Wraith (47%) |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
71 | 66 | 68 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
70 | 68 | 343 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Waning Gibbous Moon |
Season | Summer |
Biome | Mountains |
Biography
Glowing eyes against pitch black fur snap in your direction, a young female pup grinning in your direction.
"Trick or treat!" she squeaks, stumbling over her own paws, awkwardly holding her head up with a set of dark crimson horns and spikes.
A young wolf with glowing eyes and pitch black fur approaches, an unconcerned grin on her face.
"Happy hauntings," she says in a light tone of voice, dropping an object at his paws. He sees the curve and whiteness of bone through the sides of the leafy parcel.
Two young wolves trot up to your pack, shoulders bumping and giggling to themselves. One had fur remarkably similar to that of a coyote, brown swirls dappling her fur with natural accents of feathers and ferns. The other had brightly glowing eyes that would be eerie if not for her silly puppy grin, dark crimson horns along her pitch black fur.
"Trick or treat!" The two say in chorus, both having pouches made in a similar style to wicker baskets placed around their torsos and resting on their flanks.
"Trick or treat!" she squeaks, stumbling over her own paws, awkwardly holding her head up with a set of dark crimson horns and spikes.
A young wolf with glowing eyes and pitch black fur approaches, an unconcerned grin on her face.
"Happy hauntings," she says in a light tone of voice, dropping an object at his paws. He sees the curve and whiteness of bone through the sides of the leafy parcel.
Two young wolves trot up to your pack, shoulders bumping and giggling to themselves. One had fur remarkably similar to that of a coyote, brown swirls dappling her fur with natural accents of feathers and ferns. The other had brightly glowing eyes that would be eerie if not for her silly puppy grin, dark crimson horns along her pitch black fur.
"Trick or treat!" The two say in chorus, both having pouches made in a similar style to wicker baskets placed around their torsos and resting on their flanks.